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I looked at her for a moment before replying.

"You want the truth?", I asked, "or what you wanna hear?"

"The truth", Abbie said.

"Yeah", I nodded, 'we are, as soon as Raf is better."

Abbie sighed and muttered, "figures, as quickly as would be friends come they leave."

"I don't think you wanted me to hear that", I told her.

"Oh what does it matter?", she asked, "you obviously don't care."

"No", I said, 'your wrong there."

"Am I?", she asked, "because I was pretty sure if you cared you might want to stay. I've had five or six people before you come through here, they all left within a week of arriving, just like my Mom."

I cocked my head to the side.

"What do you mean?", I asked.

"My mother was a dumbass", Abbie said, "within a week of my birth, she decided, "fuck, I don't want her" and put me up for adoption. My Dad didn't want to lose me so he divorced her and went to court for custody of me. Then Dad got into Racing and made a lot of money really quickly, so my Mom went crawling back to him, and he told her to fuck off. She got all pissed off and tried to take him to court for half of his winnings, saying Texas was a community property state, but lost. Then, about a year later, there was another custody battle, and she won joint custody. The weeks that I was with my Mom she was drunk off her ass and would ignore me, but when I wasn't, she was bitching about how dangerous it was to teach a 16 year old girl how to drive what would become the fastest Ford Focus the Texas Circuit would ever see."

I lay back in bed, "wow, I could sit here and tell you about how average my life was but I don't really see it helping. We can't stay here Abbie."

'Why not?", she asked.

"Because we can't", I said.

"That's not an answer", she replied.

I sat up, "honestly? Why do you care if we leave or stay?"

"Because I can't handle things by myself", Abbie said, "I just can't. I had enough of that in the Army. I want someone I can trust to be by my side when shit goes down. That's you."

"Why are you so quick to trust me?", I asked.

Abbie sighed and stood up, "get shoes or something on and come outside with me for a minute."

I rose from my air mattress and pulled on my boots, tying them a little bot before stepping outside into the brisk night air. Abbie had two lawn chairs set up in corners of a small balcony that overlooked Main Street of whatever town it was where we were. There were a few street lights on and the sky above us was pitch black and it was snowing a little bit, but gradually getting heavier.

'So whats on your mind?", I asked sitting down.

"Too much to state", Abbie said.

"You still haven't answered my question", I said, "why have you been so quick to trust me? You answered my radio call, not knowing if it was real or not, and then the very next day you handed me the keys to the last bit of your old life that you had left and basically gave me free reign of it."

"I knew the radio call wasn't fake", Abbie said.

"How could you possibly have known that?", I asked.

"I could tell from the tone of your voice and from hearing Jericho whining over the radio.", Abbie said, "I could tell you were Delta Force almost off the bat because my older brother and sister were Delta. Commandos carry themselves a certain way, from the way they wear their kit to the way they hold their weapons, everything about you was telling me you were US Army."

"That's a bullshit reason to trust me", I sighed, "Just cause I was Army doesn't mean I'm your friend."

Abbie looked at me.

"This isn't Afghanistan", I said, "just cause were both wearing a US Flag doesn't make us allies, not anymore at least."

"So what does make us allies?", Abbie asked.

I shrugged, "I couldn't answer that if I wanted to."

"I'll tell you what makes us allies", Abbie said, "we both left our families, put on the uniform to keep our homes safe, once overseas and then again when this crap with Agent Six and hell, if Delta is guarding the town you and Raf are headed to, that means the American government still somewhat exists, which means you and I are both still enlisted, and I don't know about you, but my leave would expire tomorrow, which would make me AWOL."

I felt a smile creep up my lips, "shit, by that logic I've been AWOL almost two months."

"That means we need to get go..."

Abbie paused as the sound of the downstairs door creaking open drifted up to the balcony.

"Sounds like Raf went downstairs for a midnight snack", I said standing up.

'Let's scare him", I said standing up and walking back inside, stopping dead in my tracks when I saw both Raf, and Jericho sleeping soundly on their air beds."

"Fuck", I said, 'where the hell is my M4?"

"I put it in the corner with my Barrett P-14", Abbie said.

I glanced around for a second before spotting my M4 in the corner along with Abbie's Barrett AR.

I grabbed it and screwed the suppressor to the barrel before chambering a round and walking quietly downstairs. I could hear someone rummaging around through the various containers that Abbie had storing food and medical supplies. The man wasn't being very discreet, as he had his flashlight on and was making no attempt to stay quiet.

When I came down stairs, I lowered myself a little bit as I crept up behind him. He was a skinny, shell of a man in a loose fitting winter coat and torn blue jeans with snow boots on. His pack was empty and he had an AR-15 with an empty P-Mag in it slung over his shoulder along with a hand gun, a FN Five-Seven, in a chest holster that was strapped to his leg. He had on a newer military helmet and even had NV goggles on them.

"Can I help you find something?", I asked as I put the barrel of my M4 to the back of his head.

"Fuck", the man sighed as his head dropped, "every time I think I'm about to get something in my stomach."

"I have no sympathy for you", I said as Abbie and Raf came downstairs with their rifles., "put the AR-15 and the 5-7 down before I put a bullet in you."

"You might as well cap me", the man said standing up and turning around, "I'm not giving up my weapons."

"Listen to him", Raf said, "at this range, my AK will sting a lot more than their AR's."

"Plus you can only kill one of us", Abbie said, "even if you manage to turn the tables, the other two will still get you."

"Come on", the man said with his hands up, "I haven't eaten in a month, I thought the place was abandoned."

"Abbie", I said, "hit the lights."

Abbie hit the light switch to reveal a man who was almost dangerously skinny dressed in worn out, torn clothes and with a small, light weight vest with empty magazines it it's pouches. I could only see one clip for the -Five Seven that looked loaded, so I guessed that the one in his FN must still have ammo in it.

"Either you have no ammunition, or your a dumbass walking around with an empty handgun that could be loaded", I said.

"I have a full load for the 5-7 but only one pouch that fits the mag", the man said, "I promise you I'm not going to try anything."

"Why should I trust you?", I asked.

"You shouldn't", the man said, "you have no reason too."

I lowered my M4, "what's your name brother?"

"Ricky", he said.

"I'm Captain Cameron West", I said, "Delta Force."

Ricky sighed, "the murders huh?"

"Say what?", I asked.

"You didn't hear?", he asked.

"No", I answered, "hear what?"

"Delta Force wiped out a town of 200 survivors an 60 Us Marines somewhere up North", Ricky said, "came down from the mountains in Tanks and massacred everyone the way I heard it."

"That can't be right", I said, "If there were tanks there there would have been a lot more devastation than there was, they also would have policed the brass and the magazines as well as relived the marines of their weapons."

"You were there?", Ricky asked.

"I missed it by a few minutes", I said, "Only tracks I found were ATV tracks, plus, Delta wouldn't have rounded up everyone and executed them, it would have been a fight to the last man if it were Marines Vs Delta. Where did you hear Delta wiped out that town?"

"I heard it from a Survivor convoy I traveled with for a while", Ricky said, "really weird guys, dressed in suits, drove exotic sports cars, Ferrari's, McLarens, Corvette Stingrays and the like. The people traveled in big motor homes and the security were all on Black Cadillac Escalades with Browning M2's on top, had a huge Semi Trailer with them that they called the Dreadnought, had two V8's in it they used to push cars out of the way and keep the roads clear."

I sighed, "could be Drug Cartels, might be Ex CIA or FBI, but if they were government, they would have made it clear."

"Wouldn't matter", Ricky said, "I didn't trust them so I left. I didn't trust anybody in the US Government when this crap started, the bastards were hiding something."

"We jumped ship", I said, "that's what we were hiding."

"Jumped ship?", Ricky asked.

"When Agent Six hit", I began, "the UN said, "Okay, world wide crisis, Martial law is now in effect, were in charge, you will do this. President James told them to fuck off and they didn't like that. I had never been more proud to be an American Solider than in the days before everything collapsed."

"Got balls saying that out loud", Ricky said, "I'll give ya that much. Anyway, could I please have something to eat?"

"Sure", Abbie said, "Hey Raf, could you go up stairs and put on something for Ricky?"

'Sure", Raf said sarcastically, "send the hurting 11 year old to cater to the robber, I see how it is."

"Hurt?", Ricky asked.

"Slug from a shotgun through my back", Raf said as he went up stairs.

"Ouch", Ricky said looking at me, '12 gauge?"

"30", I said,

"Lucky brake", Ricky said, "I've seen kids his size blown away by a 20."

"Anyway", Abbie said, "Cameron and I will be leaving here soon, can you drive a paddleshift transmission?"

"What do you have that has a paddleshift?", I asked.

"The F550 has a paddle", Abbie said.

"It does?", I answered, "thought it had an automatic?"

"Paddles are Automatics Cameron", Abbie said.

"Whatever", I said

"Yeah", Ricky said, "my Hyundai Veloster had a paddleshift."

"Good", Abbie said, "I need you to drive my Ford F550 Flatbed because I don't wanna leave it behind."

"Which one of you drives the Black Ford Focus?", Ricky asked.

"I do", Abbie said, "the Focus was a race car and the 550 was it's hauler."

"So you must drive the blue Chevy that stalled out on the ridge earlier tonight?", Ricky asked looking at me.

"Does that thing have a manual?", Ricky asked, "sounded like it did."

"Yeah", I said, "six speed Variable Wheel Drive."

"Ahh", Ricky said as Raf brought him down a bowl of Mountain House Macaroni.

"So will you come with us?", Abbie asked.

"Absolutely", Ricky said, "beats wondering when I'll eat or see friendly faces again. When are we leaving?"

"Two days", I said, "until then, we get ready and rest. It's still a long way to Texas."